CRAIG’S WIFE
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- leans against the piano and smokes, thoughtfully. Mrs. Harold hurries in through the portières.
Mrs. Harold
- Did something get broke in here, Mr. Craig? (He indicates the shattered ornament with a nod, and Mrs. Harold looks towards the mantelpiece. She sees the pieces of the shattered ornament, and raising her hands and eyes to Heaven, takes a step or two towards them) Glory be to God this day and this night, how did that happen, Mr. Craig! Did it fall off the mantelpiece?
Craig (without moving)
- No, I smashed it, Mrs. Harold.
Mrs. Harold (puzzled)
- On purpose, do you mean, Mr. Craig?
Craig
- Yes.—I didn’t like it.
Mrs. Harold
- I wish you’d tell Mrs. Craig it was you that done it, Mr. Craig; if she sees it she might think it was one of us that broke it.
Craig
- I’ll tell her all about it, Mrs. Harold; don’t you worry about that.
- [He straightens up and starts across slowly towards the big chair in front of the mantelpiece, and Mrs. Harold moves a step or two towards the portières.
Mrs. Harold (turning to him)
- Will I get the dustpan and sweep that up, Mr. Craig?
Craig
- No, don’t bother about it now, Mrs. Harold; go out and get your dinner.
- [She moves towards the portières, then stops again.
